Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.